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[viktorymaker]

Note: Viktor has been dropped from Recollé.
Thank you for playing with me! ❤

Viktor Nikiforov

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[viktorymaker]

[ He chuckles. ]

Sure. Follow me, I think the owner has cocoa in her office.

[ Which means he'll be "borrowing" some... That being said, he turns and leads the way! There are a few dance rooms on this floor, and all the doors are open so if Prompto looks he can see that they're all equipped with stereos and mirrors and barres, some props are lying around, etc! The stairs are at the end of the corridor, next to a bathroom and the kitchen, which in turn leads to a backyard. In fact, they can hear a dog barking excitedly as they walk past. ]

I'm not done yet, Makkachin! Be a good boy and wait, OK?

[ Anyway, there are more rooms upstairs, which is where they're headed! And there's also a third floor, but that's not relevant right now. Viktor stops in front of the only door that is locked, taking out his keys like it's totally normal to have a copy of the owner's keys to her own office. ]

It's good that she's not here. She's a bit obsessed with security, as you can see.

so i was out of the country and got sick shortly after returning..CURSED THREAD??

[mercurio]

[prompto follows, looking this way and that into all the different rooms they pass, his curiosity massively piqued by how different this place is to any he's been in before--clearly, prompto has never been a pursuer of dance.]

[it's impressive that there's a backyard? it's almost as if this were a house. and just as excited as makkachin is, prompto is also perking up to see where the barking is coming from.]

[but--! no time for that! as they arrive at some locked doors]

Oooh, is it okay for us to go in then? She won't know about it and then hunt us down, will she?

[he has no idea of who this person could be]

a-at least this is not timesensitive CURSED MONTH!! what was march even

[viktorymaker]

[ This is, in fact, a remodeled house! How did you know? ]

Don't worry about it~.

[ That is to say, she totally will hunt him down for this, if he knows her at all. But that's Viktor's problem, not Prompto's.

He opens the door and now Prompto can see a very nice office that may or may not have more than one phone line and computers. Wow, weird! Anyway, Viktor enters the room and walks up to a small table to take a can of cocoa from there. Once he has it in his hand, he walks out of the room again breezily, assuming that Prompto will follow (if he entered the room at all). ]

OK. My office is this way.

[ The door will close and lock itself automatically when they're outside! And Viktor will open another door across the corridor, one that was clearly not locked. It leads to a very bright, big room, with windows open, a mirror, a barre, a stereo... It's totally a dance room. But it also has a desk against a wall, with a laptop, two mobile phones and some papers, and so on. Welcome to his so-called office! He's clearly claimed this dance room for himself. There's also an electric boiler on a small cupboard. He gestures at it as he takes a folding chair so that Prompto has somewhere to sit. ]

My collection is there. [ It has some cute things with dog and stylized dance silhouettes designs, but it also has things like this and this and this and this. ]

a shadow of april...

[mercurio]

[prompto follows in absolute awe. he thinks that when he starts his photography business proper--one day, maybe--he would love to have a place so spacious and as big as this one. it feels like a business place, clearly, but it also has that sense of home-like familiarity.]

[he's even in more awe as he looks about viktor's office, turning on his feet and looking at all the cute little things and such, and then his expression goes childish as he's charmed by the cups]

[he picks one of these, clearly, and heads on over back to viktor]

This is so cool! I'll have the hot cocoa on this!

scream

[viktorymaker]

[ Viktor takes that cup from Prompto and prepares his cocoa, which won't take too long, because I really don't want to write paragraphs and paragraphs about making hot chocolate! So, once he's done, he'll hand it back to him and take a seat on his desk, crossing one of his legs over the other and leaning forward slightly. He also gestures at the chair in case Prompto didn't realize that one's meant for him to use if he wants.  ]

Have you been busy lately?

[mercurio]

[prompto does in fact take the chair, nursing at the warm cup of hot cocoa and bringing it close to his face to blow on it. fuu, fuu...]

Hm?

[foamy]

A bit! Just the usual, I guess? Nothing I can't handle. [and since manners are important to a to-be-employer...] Er, how about you?